Wapun Meadow follow the black spiders

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Of, of course. Karma, you just had to stroll smackdab into a meadow, didn't you? It's one of those meadows, too; the ones he assumed were something out of dreams, bursting with enough color to make one eye squint. Even with the haze of autumn clouding the sun and greying the light behind it, the verdant swell of the earth coupled with all it's "wondrous hues" had the older fellow a bit dizzy. Too many scents he'd never particularly liked, not enough fast routes out.

Quietly, he turned his head back to where he came from. The glade beckoned to him, and he was tempted to run back and take another route around the mountains. No, he'd chosen this one; meadow or not, this was still valuable strategic territory to someone, he was sure, and he wasn't about to chance possible defeat for the sake of a few pretty smells. Huffing through his nose, he kept his pace through the flowers, tossing a mindful glance about. So far as he knew, wolves here melted out of the very seams, and he hadn't been able to let his defenses down since he entered, however subtle they might have been.